i was on the ground, and it was paved before me. freshly layed down upont eh soft earth, and i was destined to walk the line adn put up with the bullshit
plans change
people change
life has its own path despite our silent please.
now walking on the soft earth, slipping under foot, like the sands of time. lying down beneath me and stretching forth till my eyesight cant reach it
now im at mr frosts fork in the road
undecided
undetermined
and wiht time slip, slip slipping away
the rest of my life will be made at this junction
i cant fail my future self
i need to make the right choice
but how
how can a lesser self pave the way for the older adn wiser self of the futre
its unheard of.
how can a youngling tell the adult what to do, knowing the child is right. theres no fighting it
